I looked up into Jean-Claude's midnight blue eyes, and whispered, Richard. He looked at me. I'm listening. He lay thick and quivering against his stomach, pointing like an exclamation mark against his own body.
Warm blood. I felt numb again, even the self-recrimination felt like just words. My beast stretched to the limits of my body, then found that there was nowhere else to go. I opened my mouth wide, and let my breath touch hot upon his skin, and then I bit him.
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